Breezy
We used to hold signs at football games
And wander the bleachers unnoticed.
We walked by each other
in between classes
and giggled as we passed
Because I'll see you soon.
We hugged like real friends do
The forever kind of grasp.
We used to sneak out of your window
And stare at the moon.
We'd count the stars and dance in the rain
With drenched hoodies and pajama pants.
Nothing quite compared
to the moments you spent building me up.
Especially, when I didn't realize
my worth.
It's true I'd give so much to see you again
But I know you wouldn't let me.
Anxious
Something green or something red
Glance below for something new
The prickles wart off the impatient
Hands slip under to find
Looking for a new
There's nothing I can't find under there
Nothing is revealed too soon
I imagine it's the only thing
The only something left to look forward to
When I see it I am more let down
Than anyone ever before.
Him
When you leave, I stay
maybe you'll return.
Then I leave for you to stay
but you are stubborn and stern.
I can not surprise you
you've charted all my moves.
In the crevice where you dwell
inside me--sinks, It grows for you.
Still I remain, I resist anymore change
I think I can mold this for us.
I'll try to make you, to take you
To turn this into more.
Though moments are meaningless
And efforts outweigh outcomes,
Outside we calm, inside we spin
To make me, you take me.
From you, no.
Make, create, renew myself.
The largest me I could ever be,
Is simply to be.
Closer
The framing of your fingers
Encasing my body in pieces
Glow white and pearly
Ever enhanced impressions
Growing, increasing, quick
Within my legs, thighs, and inward
The breath under your lips
Brings me closer to you, wait
Lust and lies?
No, your light brings me further
Until a loud sigh escapes
My, oh my
That love of yours
Brings me closer
I didn’t plan this
Running late--lackadaisical
hair a disastrous mess
smeared reckless makeup
trying to rub it off,
fingers aren't good enough.
Oh well
I don't give a--
On the way to work
a night of drinking ran its course?
feeling like--gross
With less care than a horse running free
Emotion like the reflection of rolling eyes
oh well--don't give a fuck
Drive
Sides slide by like wind shield wipers
Within a closed machine
Nothing gets in or out
But my own sounds,
I grunt and shift searching for my space
This passing time seems to speed
Glances enter from the unwanted
The wanted don't notice.
I'm not empty but my seat is
I could feel this forever
Falling and rising all together
I don't want to feel this
It's just too much. Move on.